Who would go to where I grew up,
Who would care to know my last name
Who would judge my written past
When I am gone, when I am gone

I'm dizzi, I'm weak but with blood enough to notice
My fingers print in red over the curtains
My only link with pain is breakin' slowly
I think I'm drifting away, I'm loosing conscience
I haven't bled for so long, I could just stop it
But I'm so tired it's easier to go
I think I'm not too far, I could just go back
But everything is dark, the music is fading

And I just left,
left my senses away somewhere
And I just left,
no one noticed that day no one cared

Who would keep my favorite records,
Who would read my secret letters
Who would tell my funniest jokes
When I am gone, when I am gone